He sat low in his chair, and the dismal rays of the solitary tallow candle cast deep shadows on his thoughtful face.

Weary, perhaps, with waiting and with long travel, yet not sad, but very hopeful he looked.

No fatigue could destroy the strong, manly expression of his features, and even in that squalid room, by the miserable light, dressed in his plain gray clothes, he was still the man of success, who could hold thousands in the suspense of listening to his slightest utterance.

Nino is a wonderful man, and I am convinced that there is more in him than music, which is well enough when one can be as great as he, but is not all the world holds.

I am sure that massive head of his was not hammered so square and broad by the great hands that forge the thunderbolts of nations, merely that he should be a tenor and an actor, and give pleasure to his fellow-men.